“He felt a change in the rhythm of the water around him, but he didn't turn to look; It had to be a blip in the current, or perhaps Susie arriving nearby. He saw a vague, shadowy movement at the farthest left edge of the frame, but he assumed it was an illusion caused by the dappled light. Something touched him. He jerked, turned, but all he could see was a blur of purple. And then the something had him around the chest and was squeezing. He dropped the camera, twisted around, but the something kept squeezing. Now there were stabbing things in it, like knives. He heard a crack - his ribs, breaking like sticks of kindling. The last thing he saw, in his mask, was a bubble of blood.”